Trusting the move forward

So many days and weeks can go by without too much worry or overt concern. As the neuropsych testing moves closer, I become more anxious – and much to my dismay, Frank becomes calmer. I have faith, I see the gains, I watch with amazement at all he does.
It still does not stop the pit in the middle of my stomach from getting a little bit bigger as we get closer to testing day on February 20th.
I know it is out of my control. I know I can do nothing to help. I know I can only be here for support. But I want to do, to help, to be. But I can only trust.
And try as I might, that is so hard for me right now.